Short Vine Poems
Short Vine Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Vine by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Vine by length and keyword.
Belle
Jade Vines
Ravishing
Mint green, Turquoise
Among the forests
With striking hue
Wins our heart
Forever
Belle
Bougainvillea
60 degrees Fahrenheit
Enchanted moment
Denizen of summer
Purple petal, silent fall
Those we love don't go away,
They walk beside us every day.
Vines of love on fertile clay,
In air so thin they calmly lay.
Sharp curses on empty air
Like a hate plucked from lonely vine
There is nothing right and fair
To faint hearts drowsed in lies of wine
in the rain forest
whip-like tendrils spiral trees
racing to the sun
25/09/18
'haiku in the tropics' contest sponsored by Julia Ward
I see my future
in your verses - so divine,
those are like grape vines ;
the juices of your wisdom
drip to satisfy my thirst
27/03/16
there is a vine under my window
and it is trying real hard to climb into my room
i don’t want that vine in my room
but if it can do it
i won’t stop it
~ Passionate, sweet, true ...
yet no other,
finds this heart ... of worth. ~
There once was a friar respectable
All thought of him purely impeccable
He took grape from the vine
then fermented strong wine
And now he is more than deprecable
If you stay in the orchard long enough,
You will eat of the fruit.
Just make sure it is the edible kind.
For indulging when you shouldn’t,
Could mean the apples are rotten.
Honeysuckle vine
Climbing high up the fence post
PERMEATES the breeze
© Mar 19 2010 Charles Henderson
Boredom,
the greatest vintner of pain
Aged in confusion
served with disdain
Moments gone fallow
dreams unfulfilled
Fatal perfusion
—doldrums distilled
(The New Room: May, 2022)
Grimly grown
into the
youthful
yearnings
towards
being alone.
Within this
wistful world
woefully willing
to wear itself down.
In order to be
branded as
something of
your own.
Form:
Vine
I’ve always wanted to
have a
near similarity in
quality, appearance, structure of
periwinkle graveyard vine. I’d get to
spend all my time in a
quiet cemetery; Too I love
the colours
violet-blue.
Precious through time
Taken good care
We knew God was there
Holding our hands
As we look to understand
This love kept us strong
To push us along
Never alone
God love is our home
We have learned a lot
Precious through thought
Oh
Sweet one
You tempt me
With your pleasures
And with your desires
To eat you from the vine
To drink in the juice of you
To consume all that you offer
To bask in the sun that blankets you
Yet, I just want to eat you as a snack
Say the max,
get the hey away from it,
resolve resolve,
come fresh and clean,
sojourn with the bong,
get it to be torn,
sweat it out all along,
bang the booty to be born...
Smooth as pickles,
paper scratches...
Mr Cat has fallen completely in love with a pumpkin vine.
He is cozy and happy for his relationship is furiously fine.
We tell stories about his story. I am glad it’s not mine.
I know that there is an expiration date on each pumpkin vine.
Quatrain #896:
VINE
Voice in the breeze tells of a touch,
Indulge the squeeze of grace as such;
Note that fine ease in twist of vine,
Etch a deep peace that floods so much.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
02 April 2019
Singapore
Grape vine held out her soft hands
Red pine bow down then hold hands
Will they care not my shy look?
Love in dark woods that thrive lands.
Honorable Mention in STRAND CHOICE K,any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
There was a place, years long ago,
a lush green oak and flowered vine.
You took my hand, we lay below
searching clouds for faces to find.
But didn't see time's restless flow
slip into our strawberry wine.
January 11, 2023
for Line Gauthier's Bite Size Contest No.59
is that honeysuckle, jasmine or poison oak?
If I get too close to it to take a photo, will it be a problem?
I get a teensy bit closer, because I want a great photograph.
My sister does not have to respond to my text.
I am itching all over the place without even touching it.
bittersweet vine
twist like pipe curls on a finger
blue birds sings
bird song arias
wake the sun-soaked cat napping
feathers fly
down laced twigs
incubate the Robin’s blue eggs
puss licks his whiskers
lofted sparrow hawk
warm basket of new born kittens
noon whistle
Loneliness creeps
The heart weeps
Unresolved issues find
Their way through blind
Places dark as black
There is no going back
Yet the vine grows
Entangling the mind
Answers waiting to find
To lift these burdens
That are too heavy to weigh
For things I cannot say
Heidi Sands
12/12/16
A llow me to share my favorite verses from John 15
V ines have numerous branches that bear fruit
I f a branch does not bear fruit, it is lifted up, purged
N ote the trellis used to be a cross, a simple cross shaped
E ternal symbol of helping, lifting up ...by Jesus the True Vine